More Nut In My Butt - Pezzy

guys, I'm working on a big one rn of the sleepover stream, tis very juicy (imo) so if I run out of fics to post, I'm working on this big bitch who is already over 3k words.... I'm aiming for possibly 7k. so be ready my loves

Redeeming - Pezzy x F!Reader

Summary: Chat redeems Sly, but momma and sly are sleeping

TW: Established relationship, kisses, cursing,

*user_name158 redeem SLY for 200,000*

“Chat tod- nooo i don't want to get Sly.” Pezzy whined

“She’s napping with __. They fell asleep together on the couch. UGH!” "Do I really have to go wake them both?” Pezzy groaned knowing his girlfriend does not like being woken up from a nap.

“Okay, okay chat. I'll go get them both cause I know ___ won't let go of Sly.” Pezzy says getting up from his chair, walking out of his office. 

After a few minutes, Pezzy walks into his office empty handed and chat starts to pop off because he doesn't have sly.

“CHAT FUCKING CALM DOWN!” Pezzy screamed into his microphone

“My girlfriend is bringing her in, any second now. As I stated they both fell asleep. GIVE HER A MINUTE TO FULLY WAKE UP!” Pezzy yells at chat in a scolding tone. Pezzy turns around in his chair calling in his girlfriend to his room.

____ walks into his room looking tired and lost with sly in her hands. Sly is wagging her tail back and forth when ___ walks closer to Pezzy.

“Hi, chat.” ___ greets them sleepily, hiding a yawn behind Sly's fluff. 

“I hear you are wanting to see my little baby.” I say teasingly bouncing Sly up and down slightly

“Yes they do, now chat say"Thank you___” for waking up and bringing Sly in here especially the one guy who redeemed it.” Pezzy said demandingly 

“If they don't say thanks, ban him.” ___ say threateningly as a joke

*Dont worry ill make sure* - mod 

“I can't tell which mod that it is, but thank you!” ____ says gratefully

“Alright chat, I'm going back to bed, say goodbye to sly.” ___ says walking closer to Pezzy. She gives me a kiss on the head and walks away.

“Now, if someone redeems Sly again, refund the points. I am def not risking my life again.” Pezzy informs mods and chat while laughing and smiling.

A Heavy Burden

Summary: ___ came from a lineage plagued by a haunting secret. Generations before her had battled the formidable beast known as cancer, a specter that had stolen loved ones and cast a gloom over family gatherings. After years of evading the truth, ___ decided it was time to speak to Puffer about the reality that weighed heavily on her heart.

TW: Established relationship, cancer, angst

One drizzly evening, as the raindrops danced against the window panes, she found Puffer curled up on the couch, engrossed in his favorite book. The flickering candlelight illuminated his features, casting a warm glow around him, but ___'s heart felt cold and heavy. She approached, her mind racing and heart pounding like a drum.

“Puffer,” she began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper. He looked up, sensing the seriousness in her tone. “I need to talk to you about something important. Something about my family.”

“Is everything okay?” he asked, setting the book aside, his brow furrowing with concern.

___ took a deep breath, collecting her thoughts. “It’s about a curse that has been passed down through generations in my family. It’s… it’s the cancer gene. I recently found out that I carry it.”

A dreadful silence fell between them, punctuated only by the rain's relentless patter against the roof. Puffer’s warm gaze faltered as the weight of her words sunk in. “Are you serious?” he finally asked, his voice thick with disbelief.

“I am,” she replied, tears brimming in her eyes. “I know this changes everything. If you want to walk away, I understand. We can do it quickly and kindly… but please know I love you.”

“No,” Puffer said, rising from the sofa, taking her hands into his. “What kind of life would that be? We’ve faced challenges before, and I believe we can face this together, too.”

___ shook her head, her heart aching at the thought. “But what if…” she hesitated, the fear clawing at her. “What if it’s too much? What if I become a burden?”

“That’s not how love works, ___,” Puffer interjected gently. “We support each other in the dark times just as much as in the light. I’m not afraid of the storm; I’m just afraid of losing you. Let’s face this together.”

___ felt a wave of relief wash over her, mixed with tremors of sadness. “Promise me,” she choked out, “that if things become unbearably heavy, we will talk about it openly.”

“I promise,” Puffer vowed, his grip on her hands tightening. “Together, we will seek knowledge and choices. We’ll gather our strength just like we always have.”

With those words, the storm outside seemed to soften, the rain’s intensity waning, as if the universe itself echoed their resolve. 

As days turned to weeks, ___ and Puffer spent hours researching, consulting doctors, and uncovering paths that might lead to a better future. Together, they discovered that knowledge was a powerful ally. They learned about preventive measures, lifestyle changes, and the strength of community support.

Love Unplugged- Pezzy x F!reader

Summary: QNA before TwitchCon

TW: Established relationship, kissing, Sly, cursing

“Chat, since this is the last stream before Twitchcon, ___ and I thought it would be an idea to do a mini, relationship Q&A with yall.” Pezzy suggested the idea “Would y’all like that? Like get to know us and __ more?”

Chatuser: YEA

chatter2:Hell yeah

Chattsuser: pepeyes

Mod2: how are we doing this?

Userchatter: Mmmm

Mod3: any limits? What are we deleting?

___users: Nothing super weird, nothing stupid like ssn and credit card info. dont be annoying

“Yeah, what ___ said.” Pezzy agreed wholeheartedly with ___. “Babe, come on in the office-oh anyway before you come in; can you bring me some water?”

___user: yeah, lemme get some real clothes on

While ___ was getting ready, Pezzy was chatting a bit with chat trying to get a grasp of what the sea of questions were going to look like. Some chatters were already being weird, thankfully the mods were on top of everything tonight for the ending segment. 

With the chat buzzing with excitement, I entered Pezzy’s office with Sly in my arms, smiled widely and began reading the questions aloud. “Alright, fam! Let’s see what you have for us. Remember, no question is too weird,” I chuckled

“Let’s start with something simple-Oo like how did y’all meet?”___ Blank read outloud. “We meet officially through Mr. ElasticDroid with one of the late night Discord sessions, right?” I asked uncertainty, turning towards Pezzy. 

“Yeah, I slightly remember it, I believe it was the night where it was you, Simple, Ash, Grizzy, Droid, Tuxi and I were all on call. I think that was when you told Droid all the “hot gossip” and that's when I was like “yep she's mine” Pezzy divided into more details for chat. ”Oh my god, it was because it was the night he went “Buzz Buzz Bitch” and clapped back with “You keep buzzing but you aint gonna get an answer.” 

“Oh my-Yes! It was that night where I was invited to more chats, cause y’all, as in you chat, wanted more of me clapping back on the boys, mostly Ash.” I was enjoying the trip down memory lane filled with nostalgia. 

As the chat filled up with laughter and fun inquiries, question after question brought out their playful banter and candidness. 

“Why do you think opposites attract?” one user typed. I shot a glance at Pezzy with a wry smile. "Well, maybe it's because Pezzy keeps my dark heart light,” she teased, watching Pezzy feign shock before grinning back.

“Yeah, and ___ keeps my chaotic life grounded,” Pezzy added, smirking as Sly curled his tail around Pezzy's wrist, as if he approved of the sentiment.

“Here’s a fun one- ‘What song would describe your relationship the best?” Pezzy read outloud with a thinking face, “Hmmm, it's an old throwback for us, “My love” by Justin Timberlake. As cringy as this sounds but it's true; “Ain’t another woman that can take your spot”. Pezzy included an explanation.

“You know, I will have to go with Just Can't Get Enough by the Black Eyed Peas.” I say with some secrets not needing to be revealed to the public. “I would go deeper like Pezzy....” I explained with a smile and wink to the camera. “If y’all hear the lyrics there's no need for one.” 

BigPuffer: stop cappin ___ its Friends Don’t -bigpuffer gf’s

“Girl shhh, but you know it's true now that I am thinking of it.” I started with my hand rubbing Sly from head to the tip of her tail. “I like that question, Who spoils who more? Does Pezzy spoil me more?” I read to Pezzy

“Well this can go two ways with us, I spoil her more with small or big gifts. She spoils me more, like cooking and more housing chores. This is gonna sound bad, but she will agree with me, she spoils me by being a homebody but still working a lot!” Pezzy explains to chat. “Chat, y’all dont understand this lady right here spoils the fuck out of me with food.” 

“I’ll agree to disagree, in both worlds we spoil each other on the same level.” I said with a shrug of shoulders nonchalantly. “Oo to stay on the topic of food or cooking. What's your favorite way to spend a weekend together?” I chuckled as Sly bounced with my small belly laugh.

"Cooking, definitely! I whip up some magic in the kitchen, and Pezzy always gets to be my charming taste tester." Pezzy nodded enthusiastically, "Best job in the world, honestly. Especially when it’s Bella’s famous spicy enchiladas."

As the chat grew, questions evolved from the cute and quirky to a bit more serious, like, “How about we knock a couple questions out at once, I keep seeing “how old are you?” “How long have we been dating? Also, a weird question of age gap?” Pezzy read out to me, with a weird offended face, “Age gap? That's a weird one guys.” I stated, fluffing up Sly’s fur. 

“I’m 26, Pezzy is 27, a year and a half gap, and how long have we been together?” Looking at Pezzy, thinking back on dates, racking my brain for a number. “We have been friends for 2 to 3 years, so we have been dating for 2ish years?” I asked thinking about to numbers out loud

“Yeah, that seems right babe- Guys don't come for her not remembering, we know what date we met so we celebrate then but we don't put a number on it. Hell I don't remember but 2 years seems right.” Pezzy explained to chat so they dont hate on us. “We are happy like this, so no need to be assholes.” 

“I seen a couple normal ones, who’s my favorite music artist? I really like Kali Uchis, and Tyler the Creator. I saw him in concert and Jesus, I would love to go again and meet him.” I gushed with passion for their music. 

The evening flowed, and laughter echoed as they answered questions about their favorite memories, their worst cooking disasters, and how they navigated life's challenges together. Each story offered a glimpse into their lives, painting a picture of love that was both exhilarating and earnest, layered with the complexity of their differences, yet united in a common goal: to support one another. 

“How many languages does ___ speak?” Pezzy read to me, while giving me puppy eyes so he can show me off for a bit to chat.

“Dos, two. I speak English and Spanish. Spanish was my first language so you’ll hear it come out more than often,” I explained “But recently, I’m learning a third one. I’m still learning how to speak Droid. I swear to god guys I still don't know what that motherfucker is saying or meaning after 4 plus years.” I joked around, letting Sly jump out of my arms into Pezzy’s.

“Ooh babe what about this one, “We will meet ___ at Twitchcon?” Pezzy asked me while still looking at his screen, as chat exploded at that one. “Maybe, I don't like crowds that much. I usually hangout with the other girlfriends, most like BigPuffers; or I am at the hotel chilling– But you know what chat? I'll make this deal, right now, if Pezzy gets more than 50 subs by the end of stream, I’ll join the meet up on the last day. Does that sound like a good deal, chat?” I integrated chat. 

By the end of the session, they were exploring the question that would leave an indelible mark on their followers' hearts: “What’s the best advice you’d give to couples?” I leaned closer to Sly and said, “Never stop being yourselves, and make sure to communicate openly. And… keep a cat around. It helps!” 

Pezzy nodded, adding, “And don’t forget to laugh—sometimes it’s the little moments that mean the most.” The essence of their love radiated through their words, a resonance that lingered long after the stream had ended.

As they wrapped up the Twitch session and began to unwind, I looked over at Pezzy, my heart swelled with warmth. “You know, I never expected to find my other half through a video session,” I said, stroking Sly's fur as if to affirm the bond they all shared. Pezzy smiled back, our eyes glimmering with that same spark from that fateful night. "Neither did I, but I’m glad I did." 

“Babe, you do know that you’re gonna join us at Twitchcon? I've gotten 75 subs since.” Pezzy said with a smirk. “Fuck.”

Okay okay, I’m not 100% sure if your taking requests but hear me out. Secretly dating Grizzy, reader gets asked onto clooless last second because the original guest dropped out, sharing cute fluffy with Grizzy while tryna keep things on the down low but eventually the boys pick up on it

Ooooo! Yes! I love this idea!! If you have any ideas to add to it please message me! I’ll have it out by Friday/Saturday 💕

A Cozy Evening

Summary: You have a night off and smoke something to relax, but Pezzy and his viewers want you around.

TW: Established relationship, marijuana usage

The serene atmosphere wrapped around you like a cozy blanket, soothing and inviting in equal measure. Each note from the speakers seemed to guide my thoughts into a gentle rhythm, carrying me far from the worries of the world outside your front door. I found solace in this familiar routine, the ritual of unwinding at the end of the day becoming a cherished moment I always looked forward to.

Sly shifted slightly, nuzzling closer to my side, her purring deepening like a steady metronome in the background. It was as if she sensed the need for this peaceful interlude, one that provided companionship not just in the presence of her warm body, but in the way she instinctively lifted my spirits. You glanced at her, brush strokes of contentment painting my heart, and the weight of the world seemed to lift just a little more with every lazy stroke of my hand through her soft fur.

The melody from Spotify waxed and waned, occasionally punctuated by bursts of Pezzy's laughter echoing down the hallway. His voice was the thread weaving through my tranquil tapestry, the absence of visible interaction giving it a playful, intangible quality. I could hear the excitement in his tone, a spark of creativity lighting up the dim corners of the house. He was like a distant star, his energy bathing the room in a soft glow, and I couldn’t help but feel my curiosity pique with every engaging tale he shared with his audience.

“Why is it so hard to get MYTHIC CUBES?!” he shouted at the screen, clearly trying to maneuver his character around the nightmarish toy factory. You chuckled softly, imagining him in his gaming chair, intently focused yet utterly exasperated.

“What music is playing in the background? I'm not playing any music at the moment….”As Pezzy read the question, a mischievous smile spread across his face, and his eyes sparkled with delight. “Oh _ is unwinding from her day, if you catch my drift chat,” he exclaimed, his voice filled with playful intrigue. The chat exploded with emojis and responses, each one trying to decipher the underlying mystery, buzzing with curiosity as they imagined what could be happening in your cozy little corner of the world.

I chuckled softly to myself, recalling how often Pezzy turned seemingly mundane moments into delightful spectacles. His ability to spin a narrative out of everyday life was his true gift, a magical skill that always drew his viewers deeper into the unfolding story. I remained blissfully comfortable, knowing that the answer to his playful riddle was transporting me into the spotlight—even if just for a moment.

“Come on, chat! What do you think she’s doing? She’s kicking back and enjoying a little quality time with Sly?” Pezzy leaned into the camera, his expression exaggeratedly quizzical as he feigned deep thought.

The chat was buzzing with a flurry of wild guesses. Messages flew past: “She’s definitely a sorceress!” “No, wait, she’s working on a secret formula for her desserts!” “I bet she’s mingling with the spirits of the music in the air!” The wild imaginations were entertaining, and Pezzy, ever the performer, played into each notation with gusto.

“Maybe she’s savoring the secret blend of herbal magic!” he teased, laughing in that distinct way that always made me smile. He instinctively knew how much I loved when he crafted playful narratives around the simplest truths.

“I can see if she’s at a point to come say something to y'all or to see if she wants to join us until the guys are ready to play the game.” Pezzy offered to chat, waiting to see their response. “Okay, okay I'll go see if she's down to join us.” Pezzy gets up out of his chair while taking his headphones off and fixing his hair. He walks out of the room and down the hall right where I was situated in the living room.

With a soft sigh and a gentle stroke to Sly's furry head, I rose from my snug fortress of cushions. The sweet chaos of the living room welcomed me with its familiar embrace—twinkling fairy lights casting warm glows amid scattered game controls and forgotten snacks. Curious, I made my way toward Pezzy's office, curious as to what had sparked this urgent call.

“Yes, my lover?” I spoke softly, taking small steps into his office. Looking at his monitors trying to understand what was the problem. He waved me over to his left side and smiled up at me.

“Hey there, beautiful,” he whispered, his voice tinged with a playful excitement. “Chat is wanting to talk to you or mostly wanting you to take over the stream as always. Especially when I am speed running.”

I could see the flickering lights from the screens illuminating his face, highlighting the spark in his eyes, and it made my heart flutter a little. I was always drawn to that childlike joy in him, especially when surrounded by the laughter and camaraderie of friends. But tonight felt different, as if the energy in the room crackled with anticipation.

I couldn’t help but laugh at his enthusiasm, the kind of joy that was infectious and inviting. “Oh, am I just the secret weapon for your streams now?” I teased playfully, leaning closer to him as I pretended to consider the idea. “What would they do without me, I wonder?”

Taking the moment seriously, Pezzy flashed an exaggerated frown and replied, “I’d probably just be a lonely speed-runner talking to myself. You know how they love your energy!”

“I mean I am pretty great, like c'mon I’m mama mod.” I said slightly slurring my words as I stumbled trying to climb into his lap. I get settled into his lap, as my legs are straddling him, my knees are hitting the back of his chair and my head is laying on his shoulder.

The late evening glow streamed through the large window, casting warm shadows across the cluttered room filled with gaming gear and colorful posters. The soft hum of the computer mixed with the faint electronic sounds from his streaming setup, creating a cozy ambiance that felt like home. Pezzy, immersed in his game, was the picture of concentration, yet his laughter rang out like a bell every time I made a playful jab.

With a dramatic sigh, I lay my head against his shoulder, letting my thoughts drift. “Okay, but seriously, without me, who would keep your chat entertained? I mean, look at all these folks tuning in for ‘Pezzy and the Voice of Chaos’—that’s my new title.” I grinned, causing him to chuckle again, the sound reverberating through the air.

Fainting Spell Interrupts

Summary: In amidst of unexpected changes and challenges, Puffer stays on his feet.

TW: Fainting, sick!reader

Across the house, I stirred in bed, the remnants of sleep tying my limbs in a heavy embrace. The soft rustle of Puffer’s voice, accompanied by the familiar sound of virtual cards being flipped, pulled me from my dreams, but my body craved just a few more moments of rest. I pushed myself up, ready to join him in the world of streaming, when a sudden wave of dizziness washed over me without warning.

In an instant, the room shifted; the vibrant colors of my LED lights blurred as I stumbled sideways, the world tilting on its axis. Before I could grasp what was happening, darkness enveloped you completely.

The sound of a big bang snapped Puffer out of his focused commentary. His heart raced as he glanced toward the door, only to think of the worst that could be happening. Panic ignited in his chest. “Wait, what just happened?!” he muttered, gripping his phone tightly before ending the stream, his fans left in a state of confusion as he dodged the questions and comments rising like a wave. 

He rushed up the stairs to your side, kneeling down beside you. “Babe?” he asked softly, brushing a gentle hand against your shoulder. When there was no response, he felt a surge of urgency. You were down for the count.

He carefully lifted you, cradling your body in his arms, heart racing as he felt your slight weight against him. There was a time when his adrenaline was focused on game scores and virtual achievements, but in that moment, it was a different kind of urgency altogether. He gently placed you back on the bed, ensuring you were cushioned and comfortable.

“What’s going on?” he murmured, his brow furrowing with concern. He reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, unable to shake the worry that clung to him like a shadow. Your skin felt cool under his touch, prompting him to fetch an extra blanket, draping it over you like a protective cocoon.

With a racing heart, he pulled up his phone, dialing for help, his mind screaming through every worst-case scenario. Yet, despite the chaos swirling within him, he kept his voice steady. “Hey, I need an ambulance…my girlfriend just fainted. Yeah, she’s breathing, but I can’t wake her up…”

As he awaited their response, he sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving you. He brushed your hand with his thumb, wishing desperately for you to open your eyes and smile at him as you always did. “You can’t leave me like this,” he whispered softly, his voice barely above a trembling breath. “We have a wedding to plan, babe!”

Minutes felt like hours, and just as relief started to wash over him with the sound of sirens drawing closer, you began to stir. Your eyelids fluttered as if waking from a heavy fog, and Puffer leaned in closer, hope igniting like fire within him. “Hey, hey, there you are! It’s okay, you’re safe,” he cooed, the tremor of fear mixing with a surge of relief.

With a groggy murmur, I blinked a few times, disorientation still evident. “Puffer? What happened?” I asked, my voice hoarse as I attempted to sit up.

He gently pressed you back down, a reassuring smile touching his lips. “You fainted, love. But you’re okay now. Help is on the way, just relax,” he replied, his heart still racing but now with gratitude for my return.

As the sirens neared, he brushed his fingers over mine, grounding you in the moment. I met his gaze, concern etched across my features. “I didn’t mean to ruin your stream…”

He chuckled softly, the weight of his fear lightening in an instant. “Nah, they’ll survive without a few packs. You’re my number one priority.”

Do you only do cc X reader or do you also do cc X cc?

I only do cc x reader, and I’m experimenting with cc x reader x cc like where they share the reader. Sorry!

You’ve got me nervous to speak - Big Puffer

Chris (BigPuffer) is his usual loud, chaotic self on stream—until Pezzy’s younger sister shows up with food. The moment she walks in, he goes completely silent, totally stunned by her. While she playfully talks to him like nothing’s wrong, he struggles to form actual sentences. The boys and his chat immediately catch on that he’s crushing hard, clowning him the entire time as he tries (and fails) to act normal. - The Neighbourhood , Nervous

Big Puffer x Reader (Pezzy Sister)

Warnings: Fluff, mutual crush tension, streamer chaos, secondhand embarrassment, teasing from friends and chat.

The Neighbourhood Lyrics Masterlist - ⌂

Chris was in rare form that night.

Stream energy was chaotic. Pezzy was popping off in-game, Droid was making terrible jokes, Grizzy was laughing so hard he was choking, and Chris was in a full-on argument with chat.

“NO, I did not throw! Pezzy literally body-blocked me! ROLL THE CLIP—someone roll the clip, I swear to God—”

“Bro, you’re tweaking,” Droid muttered. “You walked into the grenade.”

Chris scoffed. “I did NOT walk into the—”

The door creaked open.

“Hey, Chris?”

He turned, mid-rant—and froze.

You stood there, holding a takeout bag and an iced drink in one hand, your other balancing a couple extra napkins and sauces. You wore comfy joggers and a hoodie, hair clipped back with a little bow that made you look unfairly adorable.

You smiled. “I brought you food. Hope you’re not too busy screaming to eat?”

Chris blinked. Once. Twice.

Nothing came out of his mouth.

Your brow quirked. “I… got your usual. Fries, extra sauce, and that strawberry lemonade you pretend you hate but drink in five seconds?”

Still no response.

On his screen, his face was full-cam—and the silence was deafening.

“HELLO??”

“LMAOO HE’S IN LOVE”

“THE BOW? SHE HAS A BOW? oh he’s DONE”

“Chris.exe has crashed.”

“No way he forgot how to TALK”

“Tell her she’s pretty you coward”

You chuckled, completely unfazed. “Do you want napkins? Or did you decide to live dangerously today?”

“I—uh—I… nap… sauce—wait, yes. Napkins. You—I mean—” He cleared his throat. “The napkins. Are good. Thank you. Very napkin. Wow.”

From the other room, a wheeze echoed.

“Yo.” Droid’s voice came through Chris’s headset. “She broke him. He’s done.”

“I thought he only got like this when we mention sushi,” Pezzy added with a laugh.

Chris shot a glare at his monitor. “SHUT UP.”

But his chat was already spiraling.

“Very napkin. Iconic.”

“CLIP IT. CLIP IT. CLIP IT.”

“That’s Pezzy’s sister, isn’t it? OHHHHH”

“Chris in love challenge: failed instantly”

You smiled sweetly. “Well. I’ll leave you to… whatever this is.”

“Wait!” Chris blurted, then immediately winced like he hadn’t meant to say it so fast. “I mean—uh, thanks. For the food.”

“Anytime,” you said softly, tilting your head. “You’re welcome, Puffer.”

And then you turned, hips swaying casually as you walked off back to the living room.

Chris turned back to his screen and facepalmed.

Droid’s face appeared in the corner. “You’re blushing, bro.”

“I’m not blushing.”

“Pezzy’s gonna kill you,” Grizzy chimed in, appearing on another cam.

“I’m not blushing!” Chris repeated.

“Bros flustered.”

“Imagine getting stunned by a pretty girl in sweats.”

“Tell her you love her or we will.”

“Can she come back pls?”

Chris groaned and yanked his hoodie over his head. “Chat, shut up. Everyone shut up. This stream’s OVER.”

But the stream was not over.

Because you popped your head back in with a teasing smirk. “Oh, by the way—I forgot to ask if you wanted ketchup or ranch.”

Chris stared. Again.

“Never mind,” you giggled. “Too stunned to speak, again.”

Pezzy could be heard cackling in the background.

The Saviour of The Day

Summary: On this particular day, __ had a grueling 12-hour shift ahead of her at the hospital, and in the whirlwind of preparing for work, she had forgotten to pack her beloved homemade lunch.

TW: Established relationship, nurse!reader, kisses, loving partner

As the hours ticked away, the stress of the shift crept in, not just from the fatigue of tending to her patients, but also from the gnawing hunger that settled in her stomach. She tried to focus on her tasks—the beeping monitors, the whirl of doctors and nurses, and the grateful smiles from her patients—but all she could think about was how much she missed her delicious lunch, a special recipe from her mom that she looked forward to every day.

Meanwhile, her loving boyfriend, Droid, was at home, eagerly anticipating her lunch break. He knew how hard __ worked and how much she appreciated the flavors of home cooked meals. An idea popped into his head: why not surprise her with an authentic Mexican lunch? He quickly gathered the ingredients and began crafting a masterpiece—three tacos filled with slow-cooked chicken marinated in spices, fresh cilantro, onions, avocado, and a side of zesty salsa. The aroma filled his little kitchen, a blend of comfort and love, as he carefully packed everything into a vibrant container adorned with a photo of their happiest moments together.

As the clock struck noon, Droid set out on his little adventure. He hurried through the busy streets, navigating between other lunch-seekers and dodging the simmering heat of the midday sun. Arriving at the hospital, his heart raced; he couldn’t wait to see the look on __'s face when he surprised her. He made his way to the nurses’ station, his smile as bright as the sun, and asked where he could find her.

With a little guidance, Droid found her in the break room, looking momentarily overwhelmed as she fidgeted with the leftovers of her nurse colleague’s vending machine snack. Just as she turned to pour herself some water, she caught sight of Droid through the doorway, holding the colorful container like a beacon of hope.

“__!” he called, his face lighting up with joy. She spun around, and time seemed to pause for just a moment. When she recognized the food, tears welled in her eyes—happy tears for a love so thoughtful, so kind. It was a moment of pure connection amidst the chaos of her day.

“Droid!” she exclaimed, rushing toward him in a whirlwind of emotion. He wrapped her in a warm embrace, the world around them disappearing as they stood in the glow of their affection. She felt cherished, every ounce of the day’s fatigue lifting in that moment. “I can’t believe you did this for me!”

Droid grinned, pulling away just enough to look into her eyes. “I couldn’t let my favorite nurse go hungry. I know how much you love your tacos, and you deserve a real lunch break. Let’s eat!”

They sat together at a small table in the break room, the brightly colored container between them like a treasure chest. As she savored each bite, __ felt grateful not just for the meal but for the love that Droid put into it. The spicy, warm flavors danced on her tongue, and the laughter they shared filled the room with a comforting ambiance that made even the hard day feel lighter.

With every bite, their conversation flowed easily, reminders of joy and plans for their next outing sparking excitement. For those precious few minutes, they shared not just a meal, but a sanctuary from the bustling world outside—two hearts intertwined, sharing a moment of simple happiness in the midst of life’s frantic pace.

As __ reluctantly prepared to return to her duties, she kissed Droid softly, promising to save the rest of the tacos for later. They exchanged a hopeful gaze, knowing that love could transform even the busiest of days into something special.